dinner a coupla hours ago.
the " i love joanne" i wrote on my arm in red 's kinda blurred now, from yesterday.
everyone looked at it and thought i tried to hurt myself.
uncle kastor thought it was a tattoo.
my cousin asked me why was i so silly to...do that to myself.

but honestly i'd never do such...things.
haven't the guts, or the depression.

ooh. midnight.
i guess its chinese new year now.
which means, mom's gonna drag my sorry ass out of bed early tmr.


things'll clear up between you guys. they always do.